To Heir is Human II - Playground Options

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Chorrol.

Flint had realized his slip-up.
,,Well, I..." He bit off his reply to jump off the wagon and spin around. In a whirl of Magicka, a Daedric bow with matching arrow took shape.
,,Get away from my goods, now! If you want to steal it, fine. Just wait till I've sold it, ok?" He snapped at the two would-be thieves who wisely ran off to search easier prey. Daedric weapons had a bad reputation among those without any armour.

Flint sighed as he allowed the bow and arrow to vanish.
,,Yeah, I knew Brianna. I just didn't know she died after birth. Last time I saw her, she appeared to be sleeping. It must have happened after I left." He spoke as he turned to Satyana.
,,Now I see. You do look like her child. One of the three. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. Flint Ironwood, smith by trade." He continued with a bow.



(No, I don't disaprove. I was actually rather hoping that Satyana would notice the thieves. If not, I would have let Flint chase them. Now, does she know that she's not Brianna's only child?)

[minque]

Satyana

"Three???, Oh great divines.....Are you telling me I have two siblings?"

Satyana looked at Flint..then her eyes turned upwards and the world turned black around her and she fell to the ground unconscious..



OOC: As you now understand, Satyana had no idea that she is one of three! Now it´s getting interesting

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Lokken Tavern in Chorrol.

Flint looked down on the fallen woman.
,,Oh, this is just great. I meet Brianna's daughter and I cause trouble again. Way to go, Flint." He told himself angrily. He then picked up Satyana and put her in his wagon.
,,Looks like I'll be paying for two rooms tonight."

The Lokken tavern fortunately wasn't full and Flint parked his wagon at the back. He put Satyana in the bed of one room and then brought his goods to the other room. He locked the door behind him and went to Satyana's room where he sat down at the bed and patiently waited for her to regain consciousness.



(Naughty Flint! )

[The Metal Mallet]

OOC: It seems things are ready for the next day, so I'm going to start Flogir's day. If your characters are still doing stuff in the night, then just ignore this until it's appropriate.

Flogir

Flogir woke early in the morning to the patrons of the Inn talking with each other. Curious, he asked the nearest person, a Breton, what was going on.

"The town guard found someone murdered in the basement of Dovram's home!" the Breton exclaimed.

Flogir could barely suppress a smile, yet he was able to change his smile to a solemn expression. "That's terrible. Who is it?"

"They don't know, the guard is trying to find Dovram but he's seemed to have disappeared. It's very odd," the Breton answered.

"Well, we'll just have to just in the town guard in figuring this out. I don't think we'll need to fear anything, though," Flogir said in a comforting manner. "I have to be off; I need to leave right away if I intend to get to the shindig in Chorrol in time. I have a feeling I can make a few good sales there."

With that, Flogir gathered up his things and left Olav's to prepare his journey to Chorrol. It wasn't until he was well down the road from Bruma that he showed his happiness that Sel was successful.

[minque]

Satyana, waking up

Satyana slowly regained consciousness, but seemed rather dizzy and could not focus at first. Then she turned her head and noticed the strange man sitting beside her on....a bed! Apparently he brought her into some room..She felt a sting of fear, but then again he must have been sitting beside her for quite some time. The room was rather dark....Satyana then remembered what made her faint in the first place....

Three babies! So she obviously was not a single child! Why didn´t Serene tell her that? What was the reason to hida such a fact?

"Serjo! " Satyana turned to the man beside her, " Tell me about my mother ..."

She sat up on the bed, tucked the blanket tighter around her and prepared for a long night


OOC: got to go now, work tomorrow! good night!

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, telling a story.

Flint nodded while his face frowned in deep thought.
,,Hmm, well it all started when A Skyrim lord called Agnar wanted to kill a rival of his, Jadier and his son Gormund. Brianna was in the service of this Jadier. Jadier died but his son escaped with his friends, including your mother. Agnar then hired assassins to go after them. I have to admit to my shame that I was one of those assassins though I bailed out the moment I realized we were doing an assassination here. I ran off and joined up with your mother's group."

Flint paused for a moment.
,,Agnar died later. With their source of payment gone, the assassins either left us or joined up. We then got to find out that Agnar wasn't the bad guy and that Jadier hadn't been the real target. Brianna was the target, and it was because some Breton called Veric wanted to kill her to prevent her children's birth. We ran all the way from Skyrim to Bruma where you and your sister and brother were born. Veric arrived at the same time so we couldn't escape. Don't ask me how, but somehow we managed to beat him. Not even a single bit of ash remained."

Flint gulped, now came the hard part.
,,I don't know about the timing, but it was good. Some girl named Salina arrived and took off with your sister. I don't know why really. Anyway, we decided to split you up for your own safety. Your brother went with a young Dunmer called Rahvin while you went with your grandmother. I myself went back to High Rock to start my own family. I thought that Brianna had come with you, till now."
He looked Satyana straight in her familiar eyes.
,,You are not an only child. You can blame us for what we did but we don't regret our choice. As for Brianna, I never really knew her that well. You should ask Serene when you next meet her. She'll know."



(And I'm off to bed. Wow, that was a long story. I hope I got things right.)

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann had run almost all night as far as he could before finally collapsing in a cave that was closer to Chorrol than Bruma. He fell asleep almost instantly as the exhaustion overwhelmed him. He figured he was far enough away from Bruma to be free from any suspicion. Nobody knew who he was or that he had even been in Bruma. Except, of course, the informant. That helped him sleep fairly well.

Rahvin

Rahvin headed through thick forest, heading northwest towards Bravil. He knew it wouldn't take more than a couple of days travel on foot, and luckily he had left his horse in Bravil, making the journey take even less time.

[Channler]

Jonathan Constantine

"Rotten honoured user.. Whats he think I'm made of money or something?" Jonathan stood brooding by one of the Bruma gates, he was shaken out of his pouting by a nudge on his shoulder. "Aww, Lila, well I suppose if I have you everything is alright?" John was almost wistful that the horse would answer, companions were short now-a-days. After all, being a thief, rogue, robber, drunk, horse thief, gambler, hilly-nilly"--That one was his favorite, earned after he manage to... liberate a couple bottles of brandy from this old ladies kitchen.--poacher and a generally all-round ladies man, which usually only seemed to murder his reputation wherever he went. "Bastards just don't understand."

"So deary, where to now?" He rubbed the soft under belly of the horse, at twelve hands high she was a beaut. Carefully groomed in all, and as graceful any 'pure' Cyrodillic breed. They became close companions during his return trip to his father's stead, and near inseparable. "I'm thinking Chorrol.. Why? Oh, I don't know, possibly my british boat won't be frozen down there. Maybe I could find some shoes?" One glance at Lila's hooves made Jonathan change his prior statement, "Or rather maybe we could find some shoes." The horse snorted indescribably, blinking her big black eyes.

As the two clopped their way outside the gates Jonathan finalized the decision. Chorrol would be good.. and hopefully warm.

This post has been edited by Channler: Oct 30 2006, 12:39 AM

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann woke up the next day at about noon. Grumbling to himself about sleeping too much, he got dressed again and started back towards Chorrol.

After entering the city, he headed straight for the castle to report to Countess Valga. He noted his father's horse, and couldn't believe that he had getten here first. He entered the throne room to see that Rahvin was already there, speaking with the countess. Both of them turned to regard him as he came in, both asking the same question, thought it was unspoken.

"It's done." he said in answer.

The countess nodded, "Without being seen?"

Rann nodded.

"Good." she answered. "Now I have business to attend to. I'll see you both at the feast tomorrow."

Neither Rann nor Rahvin bowed upon exiting, as was customary; they were too familiar with and to important to the countess for her to complain much about it.

"So what are you doing today?" he heard his father ask.

Rann shrugged. "I don't know. I figure I'll back to my house and get cleaned up before anything else."

"You love saying 'my house' don't you?" Ravhin asked with a laugh.

"Beats saying 'your house'." he retorted before parting ways to go towards his house.

Rahvin

Rahvin was left chuckling as he walked down the road, towards the Lokken Inn. He could always get the best deal on brandy there.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

The journey from Bruma to Chorrol was pleasant despite the cold. Flogir spent the trip admiring the scenery as the mountains of the Jeralls slowly turned into lush forest as he approached Chorrol. If he left his mind to wander, it would only bring back upsetting memories that would ruin his day.

It'll be interesting to see if there's anything to dig up in Chorrol, Flogir thought to himself, always hoping for something to possible sell. At the moment though, with the payment from Sel, he wasn't in any desparate need.

I think I'll donate some of this to the Orphan and Widows Fund at the Chapel in Chorrol, he mused as the walls of Chorrol began to form in the distance.

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Lokken tavern.

Flint stood up.
,,You probably need some time to think and be alone. If you need me, I'm downstairs with a bottle of Flin. Don't worry about the payment for the room, I took care of that." He told Satyana.
Downstairs, Flint dropped on a stool. He raised his hand to catch the Barkeep's attention.
,,One Flin, please."

[minque]

Satyana unable to get back to sleep

Satyana pondered for some time about what the strange man just told her. It made the picture of her past a bit more clear but also more confusing. Jadier for instance....which role did he play in this? Could it be him who was her father? Satyana decided it was no point in tossing and turning in this bed anymore, she needed to talk more with the nice stranger, besides she was thirsty and it so happened she was in a Tavern so....

She went downstairs, there was the stranger sitting at the bar sipping some drink. Satyana approached him silently and sat down beside him.

"Ragnar, a glass of comberry-juice please" she addressed the big Nord behind the bar. Ragnar was a good friend of hers, he owned the bar and since Satyana always got him new customers by recommendatins he was quite fond of the young girl.

"Hail stanger" she turned to Flint, since you now know me a bit, I think it would be appropriate if you maybe would tell me your name....

"I think I mentioned my name is Satyana" she continued politely....

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, drinking.

Flint smiled and bowed.
,,I believe I informed you that my name is Flint Ironwood, smith by trade. It must have slipped your mind due to the shock I gave you. I apologize for that. Nice to meet you, Satyana."

[Channler]

Jonathan Constitine

Clop, clop, clop, clop.. "Damnable sound is about to drive me bonkers, oh hey, isn't that the Imperial City? Yep.. Thats that tower.. not sure what it does, wonder who lives there? Oh duh, the emperor..."

"Deary could you please stop the "clopping"?" Jonathan patted the horse behind her ear, her neigh was a weary one. Not a tired one, but a 'By the Nine when is this blasted trip going to be over' neigh. "Oh don't worry, we'll be in Chorrol eventually, no rush anyways.. No job after all.." He paused for a moment swat away an insect attempting to steal his blood, "..No food either.. We've got to fix that one deary? Oh sure, you can eat grass but what about me? I'd look incredibly silly if I had my british boat up in the air and my face in the dirt munching on a bit growth."

The scenery had finally changed from the chilly, ugly climate of the north and finally turned into that of the Great Forest. A prayer was said to the earth spirits for safe passage and good speed. Jonathan never embraced the Nine ideology, and found the Deadric Worshipers not quite fancy company either. In fact what he followed was more along the line of the Dunmer's ancestor worship, however a bit more mundane and a few less ghosts. "Creepy buggers" He mumbled, then to himself another prayer, a bit more sincere then the first, "Häncstó eben óten heten pïritssá foén hëten andlá ndäën héten ïráën, eepcë äfésá ouryó hildca ndáën arborhí suén äfesë assagëpá."

Jonathan held his repeater crossbow at the ready whilst descending into the darkening canopy.

[Dantrag]

Rahvin

Rahvin had been about to sit down at the bar when he saw a familiar face. Flint? He didn't really see the woman he was talking to, all he saw was her eyes. Purple ones.

Instead of appraoching them and making himself known, he slowly turned around and walked back out of the tavern.

He stood beside the door leaning against the wall, trying to figure out what it meant. Were they looking for him, Rann, both, or neither? For what purpose?

What was her name? Saryana? I think that was it. Maybe she is just wanting to meet her brother?

He didn't want to be found. He had almost forgotten that part of his life. Being separated from both his body and the woman he loved weren't exactly his fondest memories. He found himself forgetting about the brandy as he slowly headed back towards his house.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir, pulling into Chorrol

Flogir slowed down his mule as he examined the terance just on the otherside of the entrance gates. He always felt a sense of humbleness and sincerity whenever he visited Chorrol. It was an atmosphere he was particulary fond on.

He gaze fell upon a wagon hitched up by the Lokken Inn and Tavern. His merchant's eye easily told him it belong to a fellow merchant.

"Hmm, perhaps I can strike a deal of some sorts with the owner of that wagon. If not, I'm sure he or she wouldn't mind sharing a drink or five," Flogir said to himself chuckling as he reined in the mule outside the inn.

After securing cart, and tending the mule, he entered the Lokken Inn.


Ahhh the din of a tavern.., Flogir thought as he casually surveyed his surroundings. Noticing an empty barstool, he decided to make that his seat.

"An ale if you will good barkeep!" Flogir said heartily, dropping a few septims onto the table.

[minque]

Satyana

"That was strange......did you notice?" Satyana looked at Flint in astonishment "Did you see that man, the Dunmer who just came in....approached the bar, then his eyes kinda met mine for a second or two, and it made him turn pale, you know how dunmers look like when they´re pale...like dirty ice....and..and he looked at me as if he´d seen a ghost..then he just...left!"

Satyana shook her head.....something about that Dunmer just got right into her stomach...so weird

That man....I´m sure there´s something about him that is of importance.....but I can´t figure out what, does he know me? Obviously he doesn´t want to be recognised...whoever he is, and I´ll respect that...for now

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Lokken tavern.

Flint scanned the room. The Dunmer Satyana spoke of was long gone.
,,I bet it’s nothing. If he comes back, feel free to warn me.”
Flint looked around once more but failed to find anything interesting.

[minque]

Satyana

"I better be heading back home" Satyana said "I´ll have to study some more before I´ll go to the castle...see I´m one of those who would prepare the food for the feast tomorrow!"

Satyana rose to her feet , planted a kiss on Flint´s cheek, saying: "Bye dear, and thank you for taking care of me, hope to see you at the party tomorrow, it´s up by the big castle, you can´t miss it..oh and just tell the guards you´re friends with Satyana, then they´ll let you in!"

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Lokken Tavern.

Flint bowed his head.
,,Thank you very much for leading me to this tavern. I'll be sure to show up tomorrow." He promised and watched her go.

Emptying the last of his Flin, Flint got up and left for his room.
"Maybe I should get past the guards without telling them? Just like the old days."